I'm normally not a pessimistic person, but I'm having one of those days where I found myself saying "you've got to be kidding me" more than once. Here's what's bugging me today:
I went to K-Mart yesterday to get the girls some new boots. I don't normally go there and was excited to see long sleeved women's t-shirts for $4. So I bought a black one in XL (I've come to grips with my XL body). They also had gloves on sale. I figured I couldn't go wrong with a blue striped pair (they are very cute, I bought them in one size fits most). I donned the new items today and was sooooo annoyed. The sleeves of the new shirt were about three inches too short. I'm 5'9". Apparently that equates to having monkey arms. Now could my circumference make shirts have short arms? I don't know about that. The new gloves that I bought were about one inch too long on each of the fingers. Seriously? Why does my five year old insist on stuffing an entire roll in her mouth? That's not so bad, it's when she tries to talk to me and spits crumbs all over the floor, then I have to sweep. While we eat dinner I have to endure 20 questions (at least). Here's a sampling: Why is this spoon here? What am I supposed to use it for? What's this green stuff on the pear? Why is this quesadilla (really just a tortilla) folded in half? Why is that plate on the table? So on and so on.
So in conclusion, today I am a monkey-armed, stubby fingered, cranky about cleaning and impatient mama. But I feel a little bit better by submitting my gripes to cyber-space. Tomorrow has to be better right?